A prayer

Tall columns,
green arches,
blue stained glass,
timidly bright sunflecks
create a mystery.
I stand in your cathedral, mother.

I come with empty hands
but with an open heart.
The web of life
weaves a mystery around me.

In tall columns of the sturdy pines
that reaches into the earth,
in green arches of leaves
that builds the bricks of this cathedral,
in sunflecks that color it all,
I rest easy.

Usher a blessing upon my heart.


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Can there be mystery, can be be worship if the goddess is the Earth and all strength emanates from her? I feel so, when I stand in her cathedral. One of the two from my last trip to the mountains.